Chapter 835: The Defeated Ottoman

"Lao Hu."

"Hmm?"

"Are you asleep?"

"No."

"Tell me, can we still survive this time?"

"It depends on fate."

"My fate is pretty good."

"Kid, ever since the day your hair was cut, your fate started to go bad."

"Yeah, that damn Vice Minister Liu!"

"Who?"

"No one."

: rg

"Lao Hu, when I make it big one day, I definitely won't forget you!"

"Heh, kid, do you know why I keep saving you?"

"Why?"

"Because you look like my son."

"What about him?"

"He died over ten years ago, starved to death."

In a daze, Xie Fang did not know how many conversations he had had with Lao Hu.

Because he wanted to live.

He thought about earning some money, going back to marry a wife, and having a few kids. He never expected that this would drag on for over ten years.

Xie Fang's heart was bleeding.

Lao Hu was a Longyan.

One year during a famine, his wife and three children all died.

With no land, he had no choice but to follow others and become a fake Wa.

What about the government's disaster relief funds and grain?

He was the master of the Eastern Palace; although he did not oversee the state, he still had some understanding of national affairs. Every time there was a famine, the imperial court would distribute relief grain. If those portions of grain could truly reach the disaster victims, they would not have ended up becoming fake Wa to harm their own motherland.

All of this.

In the past, he could not understand why anyone would be willing to become a fake Wa, why a dignified Longyan would be willing to adopt this hairstyle that was a disgrace to him! Now he understood; living is sometimes a very luxurious thing.

What about their land?

What about their harvests?

His lips parched and his face deathly pale, he lay on Lao Hu's lap and gave a miserable smile: "Lao Hu, if I go back, if I can go back, I will definitely uphold justice for you all!"

"Hahahaha."

Lao Hu did not mind.

What Celestial Empire, what Heaven on earth.

At this moment, it seemed so ironic.

The once high-and-mighty Xie Fang, where had he ever understood these sufferings of the common people?

When an island suddenly appeared ahead, no one noticed.

Perhaps it was already beyond the reach of their vision.

When the rubber boat slowly approached the shore, they still felt nothing.

The rubber boat was still drifting.

Everyone had already lost their strength; those who could row were gone, and they could only lie here, desperately letting the rubber boat drift with the direction of the wind.

Therefore.

"Quick! We are saved!"

"We are saved!"

This was an island with dense forests. The seven or eight people on the rubber boat jumped up like madmen and rushed off.

Only when people could no longer feel the swaying of the rubber boat did they struggle to open their eyes.

"We have landed!"

"This..."

Everyone was like a madman, searching for everything they needed.

"Kid, kid, drink slowly, slowly, be careful of bloating your stomach."

"You can't eat this, it's poisonous!"

Saved?

Xie Fang was also shaken to his core.

On the island, there were countless fruits and clear, babbling springs.

Suddenly, a rustling sound arose from the woods behind these people.

Everyone's expression changed.

There were people!

"Hahahaha, hahahaha, I've come back to life, I've come back to life!"

Xie Fang finally recovered his strength and roared at the sky.

Who would have thought that at this very moment.

The Ottoman Empire.

Istanbul.

Mustafa, in his vast Imperial Palace, looked coldly at Erdogan kneeling on the ground.

On this island, there are actually people?

Suddenly, everyone picked up the weapons in their hands and began to stand guard.

Not only was he defeated, but Erdogan also buried three hundred thousand troops in Central Asia!

Disgrace!

This is absolutely a disgrace to the Ottoman Empire!

The entire Imperial Palace was in a state of extreme nervousness.

Defeated!

The Ottoman Empire has been defeated again!

Coupled with the fact that Sultan Mustafa at this time suffered from madness himself, he handed over all power to the Koprulu family.

For a period of time, after the Koprulu restored central power and the strength of the Empire, the Ottoman did experience a brief resurgence. They recaptured Transylvania, conquered Crete, expanded into southern Ukraine, and occupied Kodin and the Podolia region.

However.

The former Ottoman Empire was so glorious, the number one power in the world! But now, it has suffered two consecutive major defeats! A defeat of this magnitude is devastating and directly affects the national destiny!

The current Ottoman Empire, although its territory remains vast, is actually riddled with holes internally. During the Sultanate of Women, the power of the Ottoman Empire began to slip away, and internal strife grew rampant.

Afterwards came the current Koprulu era, a period during which the Empire had members of the Koprulu family serve as Grand Vizier.

"Longyan, it is actually the Longyan! Erdogan, you cannot even defeat the weak Longyan, and you still have the face to return!"

Mustafa was about to go mad again.

"Sultan."

Just at the Battle of Vienna, the military strength the Ottoman Empire had just regained was destroyed once again. The signing of the Treaty of Karlowitz ended the brilliance and glory of the Ottoman Empire.

Unexpectedly.

While they were stopping their expansion into Europe, they also met with such a major defeat in the Central Asian theater of war.

Just then, Ahmed, who was beside him, spoke up.

Koprulu Fazil Ahmed is the current Grand Vizier of the Ottoman. The Grand Vizier, in the Ottoman Empire, is the highest-ranking minister below the Sultan! His status is equivalent to a prime minister, possessing absolute proxy power. In principle, only the Sultan can revoke this power. The Grand Vizier holds the Imperial seal and can summon all viziers to participate in state affairs. During the Koprulu era, the entire Ottoman Empire was controlled by the Grand Vizier.

"Oh?"

Erdogan looked ashamed.

The current Ottoman is rife with intense internal struggle, and the conflict between the Sipahi and the Janissary will also intensify following this defeat. Everyone knows that Erdogan is pro-Janissary; I fear that from now on, this Ottoman will be a world where the Sipahi hold sway.

"Sultan, this defeat is not necessarily a bad thing for our Ottoman."

The expressions of many people changed even further.

Everyone knows that this Ahmed has a more ruthless hand than his father, the Pasha.

If he were to carry out a purge, I fear the entire Ottoman Empire would once again be plunged into a bloodbath.

Hearing this, Mustafa sat back down and glanced at Ahmed.

Ahmed chuckled: "In matters of conquest, there is no such thing as a guaranteed victory. These two consecutive major defeats just go to show that the Ottoman Empire has reached a point where it must be purged! Sultan, the country is full of parasites; we need a thorough and complete law-enforcement purge!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room was in an uproar.

"Father, this son believes that the Empire's ills do not lie in purging, but in reform."

A tall young man stood out from the crowd.

Everyone looked toward the sound.

The Koprulu are typical radical conservative law-enforcers; they have a great pursuit of the longing for and consolidation of power.

The entire room was deathly silent.

Just at this moment.

Hamid!

Mustafa's youngest son!